"Why, in any event, when you know you're forlorn... Is there any good reason why you wouldn't connect?"
I gazed at her minuscule being, her arguing bruised eyes. What's more, I wanted to give her an answer, yet I could mumble out an expression of a tune.
"Cold hearts blend colder melodies."
Envisioning her tormented face, I got lost once more, in that vague labyrinth.
#Draft 49
Title:____.
Date:27-10-2018.
Sam Scrawls, [10/28/2018 9:17 AM]
Downpour poured down, allowing me to suffocate in that turbulent scowl.
Torment painted my robe, with crowns of red that went to brown.
Earthy colored old scars like frill, invigorated with obstinate heaps of recollections.
Recollections of a spirit I neglected to exchange, for the harmony rather than a pain that wouldn't blur.
Blur into reviled tears, broken trust and uproarious voiced fears.
"Dread me, I'm the profligate. Will you actually sharp, to be my fix of nicotine?"
#Draft 50
Title:____.
Date:28-10-2018.
Sam Scrawls, [10/29/2018 9:17 AM]
You can never truely grasp the untouchable. You might dare to dream to see an impression what's under a cover.
#to_be_edited
Sam Scrawls, [10/30/2018 11:15 PM]
Mira on the wall, who's the beast of all.
The beast who made the mirror fall, presently dwells in the locked lobby.
Don't you set out to enter! Or then again answer her call!
For she may be wonderful, yet she's no doll. Regard to her allure and incident comes to pass for.
In any case, underneath the shadows under the breezy yells, lies a figure that nobody revie
ws.
A figure of a young lady tiny, and a couple of eyes on a pinnacle so tall.
An illegal wish she was unable to try and scribbling, gulped and taken cover behind the pride of the nerve.
You say you heard her call? Also, to her you should rapidly slither?
Is it safe to say that you were in any event, tuning in? All what I told you was only a bellow?
I could mind less, and I won't slow down.
In any case, when that entryway is opened, I won't remain to watch the fight!
#Draft 51
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